-Babe, I'm so excited for you to meet my brothers.
You remind me so much of them.
-I'm a little nervous. -No, don't be.
-They're gonna love you. You guys are, like, identical.
-Well, if they're Niners fans, like you said,
I think we'll get along just fine.
-[ Chuckles ]
-Well, well, well.
-Look what the little mamacita dragged in.
-Say, Raggedy Ann, who's the beanpole?
-Oh, my God! I knew you guys would razz me.
[ Chuckles ] This is Patrick.
Patrick, these are my brothers.
-Uh, nice to meet you guys.
-You can call me Sweet Vermouth.
And these stray mutts are the Speakeasy Bandits.
Bienvenidos! -[ Chuckles ]
Okay.
-Come on, come on. Grab a seat.
Barrel or barber chair -- dealer's choice.
-All right.
These guys remind you of me?
Are they, like, in a band or...?
-Yeah, my brothers have a band, yes.
-And, uh, we sure could use our stand-up bassist back.
-Oh, come on.
You guys know I had to give that up because of my job.
Unless, of course, you guys are making money from this now.
Are you guys making money?
-Nope.
A-three, four...
[ Guitar strums ]
-♪ Walking down the alley ♪
♪ About a quarter past ten ♪
-Tell 'em, Sweet Vermouth.
-♪ Got a dime on my side and a big old bottle of gin ♪
-Oh, my God, it's "Gin Alley"!
-♪ Gin Alley ♪
♪ Whoa, daddio, Gin Alley ♪
♪ Whoa, daddio ♪
-♪ And a big ol' bottle of gin ♪
-All right. -Whoo!
Yes!
Yeah, you guys sound so great!
Have you been smoking more cigarettes?
-Bull's-eye, pussycat.
-With a side of Cubanos. -[ Chuckles ]
-So, again, what's the similarity
you're seeing between us?
-Wait. Are you jealous of how masculine they are?
Oh, my God, this always happens to me.
-No, I'm not. They're all wearing
giant, oversized suits.
I -- I don't even know what style that is.
-Slow your roll, Rover.
Not much of a music guy, I take it?
We're a swing revival revival band.
-Swing revival revival?
-That's right, Rover.
-Yeah, babe, remember in the '90s
when everyone was into swing?
-Yeah, Rover. We're trying to bring that back.
-Like, make a little picture of this.
-♪ Doo, doo doo doo doo ♪ -The year is 1999.
Slim Shady just told the world what his name is.
-♪ Doo doo, doo doo ♪
-Carson Daly is the new Walter Cronkite,
and thanks to the Cherry Poppin' Daddies,
Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, and one Gap commercial,
swing is king.
-♪ Ay, yi, yi, yi, y-i-i-i ♪
3, 4!
-♪ Well, the devil was a-walkin' ♪
♪ He checked into a motel ♪
-Oh, my God! It's "Devil Daddy"!
-♪ He got the roadster rolling ♪
♪ Gonna take that straight to hell ♪
-Babe, let's dance. -Okay.
-♪ Devil Daddy ♪
♪ Whoa, daddio, Devil Daddy ♪
♪ Whoa, daddio ♪
-Don't kiss me to your brothers' music, baby!
-♪ And a big old bottle of gin ♪
-All right. -Whoo! Yeah!
I love you, my brothers!
-Oh, hey, you are too kind, pussycat!
-Can you please stop calling your sister "pussycat"?!
Babe, you said we had so much in common
and that they were Niners fans.
-Yeah -- 1999'ers.
-There is no way you thought that's what I meant.
-Well, you're always saying how you're such a '90s kid.
-Yeah, I meant, like, "Rugrats" and stuff.
I-I do not associate this with the '90s.
-Okay. Well, I'm starting to feel
like our relationship is a lie.
-What are you talking about?
-Did he hit you? -Oh, my God.
-No, no, it's not that.
It's just... we're too different.
You come from a '90s where everyone wore neon
and watched "Friends,"
and I come from a '90s where my brothers
are the coolest, hottest guys I know.
-What?
-And that's who I am.
This is who I am.
3, 4!
♪ When the jukebox plays ♪
♪ And the boogie begins ♪
-Oh, spice it up, pussycat!
-♪ We gotta boogie-oogie-oogie, and a big old bottle of gin ♪
♪♪
-♪ Boogie-oogie-oogie ♪
♪ Whoa, daddio, boogie-oogie ♪
♪ Whoa, daddio ♪
-♪ And a big ol' bottle of gin ♪
-Oh! -Wow!
-Whoa-ho-ho-ho! -Yeah.
-Nice pipes, toothpick.
-Yeah, I, uh, used to be in a ska band.
-Boo! -That sucks!
-Don't tell people that.
-Do you hit her? -Dude, no, I don't.
[ Cheers and applause ]